Chapter 19

Chen Mo feels that there is no more mischievous bridge section. He also likes Tagore, but Xia Kuang, who is standing on the parapet, frightens him into goose bumps.

The little girl was dumped by her boyfriend. Is she going to commit suicide?

"What are you doing?" Chen Mo wants to rush up, but he is afraid that the other party will jump down.

Xia Kuang turned his head to face the open night, slowly spread his arms and made a flying posture.

"Girl, if you have anything to say, don't think about it." Chen Mo thought she was lucky, but unexpectedly she met a suicide. If she really jumped out of her eyes, she would have to have nightmares all her life.

When he was dying, he had to attract an audience. A woman's heart was so unpredictable. Chen Mo just wanted to take advantage of it. Unexpectedly, the fox didn't hit him and provoked a coquettish.

"Tagore also said that life is beautiful like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves."

Chen Mo's scalp was numb and hurriedly said, "Tagore also said that it's better to live than to die. Girl, come down quickly, or I'll jump down with you! "

Chen Mo slowly moves forward. Xia Kuang is stunned by Chen Mo's remark that Lai might as well die. He asks, "Tagore said that?"

Chen Mo doesn't know who said this. He only knows that Xia Kuang must not jump down. He can't be a dead audience.

So he took advantage of Xia Kuang's stunned Kung Fu, grabbed Xia Kuang's thigh when he was unprepared, pulled her off the parapet, Xia Kuang screamed, and then fell to the ground with Chen Mo at the same time.

Chen Mo was badly hurt, but he didn't dare to let go, despite Xia Kuang's almost savage struggle and scolding.

"Let go, you let go!"

"Not loose!" Chen Mo answers firmly and holds Xia Kuang's two thighs tighter.

"Ah! You rotten rascal! "

"I'm saving you! It doesn't matter if you die, and don't die in front of me! " Chen Mo finally tells the truth.

"Shit, who's dying. You let go! Or I'll call someone! "

Chen Mo raised his face on Xia Kuang's ass and asked in surprise, "aren't you going to commit suicide?"

"I, why should I commit suicide?" Xia Kuang asked breathlessly.

"Aren't you lovelorn and don't want to live?"

"Who says I'm lovelorn? If a beautiful woman like me wants to dump someone else. Get your smelly hands off me! "

After Xia Kuang reminded him, Chen Mo found that his hands were too close. He quickly released his hands and then got up. However, he immediately blocked Xia Kuang in front of him to prevent him from climbing the parapet again.

Xia Kuang sat up panting from the ground and kept rubbing his falling knee.

Chen Mo inadvertently sees the bottom of Xia Kuang's skirt, his eyes can't move, and says, "do you know the consequences of jumping down? It will bang and fall apart like a watermelon, and the intestines will burst out. If the head falls to the ground first, it will be worse, and it will directly poke into the stomach. A beautiful girl like you will lose her face after she dies. How terrible you say. Tagore has said that love is the alias of understanding, so don't commit suicide for those who don't understand themselves. "

Xia Kuang looked up and immediately noticed Chen Mo's restless eyes. She hurriedly stood up from the ground and said, "I said earlier that I didn't commit suicide."

"If you don't commit suicide, what do you stand on it as a roc? Do you want to fly? " Chen Mo asked puzzled.

"I think this is performance art."

Chen Mo is immediately blinded by Xia Kuang's words. He has heard of performance art. In Chen Mo's narrow understanding, performance art is basically related to obscenity, blood and violence, such as several naked women overlapping Luohan, or pretending to die miserably.

Is it art to take a strange man to the roof in the middle of the night and pretend to jump off a building? Chen Mo can't understand it, so he thinks there may be something wrong with the ice carved girl in front of him. It's a pity,

But even more frustrating to him was that his good idea of "touch" failed.

Xia Kuang has long been used to Chen Mo's confused expression, so she doesn't want to explain what her artistic behavior means. In her eyes, explaining art to people who don't understand art is tantamount to casting pearls before cows. In front of her, this is no different from a cow, and she is still a breeding cow.

However, she said Tagore's famous saying to Chen Moneng that love is the alias of understanding, which made her a little impressed.

"Silly cap, do you want to go down and have a few drinks? It's my treat." Xia Kuang said.

Chen Mo smiles bitterly. He feels like a fool. He urges people not to commit suicide, but others are performing art. It's like Tang Monk Bala's effort to get the Buddhist scriptures back. Unexpectedly, others have changed their faith in Jesus. It's not a fool. What is it?

"All right." Chen Mo reluctantly replied that thieves don't go empty. Since they can't steal color and don't earn each other two drinks, it's inconsistent with their profession and can't do business at a loss.

Xia Kuang, who is exquisite, and Chen Mo, who is dejected, return to the disco again. After drinking two glasses of wine, Chen Mo's heart is alive again, and his restless body twists with the beat of the music.

"Do you want to dance?" Chen Mo shouts to Xia Kuang.

Looking at Chen Mo's lust, Xia Kuang wanted to refuse, but I don't know why she agreed and said, "yes."

Two people rushed into the dance floor and mixed in the crowd of crazy demons. As soon as they sang, their bodies were vented, panting, sweating, relaxed and enjoying themselves. The two men and women who met for the first time and experienced absurd jumping off buildings drew closer to each other.

It was the most enjoyable night of Chen Mo's life. It was not until the disco ended that he remembered that he had not seen Ma Liu and monkeys all night. Ma Liu missed three calls two hours ago on his mobile phone. Chen Mo stood by the roadside and dialed back.

After connecting, a woman's depressed voice came from her mobile phone. Ma Liu said, "call you and no one answers. Go back first."

"Where's the monkey?"

"He's with me. Don't worry about us."

"Monkey, he also..." before Chen Mo finished, he couldn't wait to hang up. Chen Mo looks at his mobile phone and can't laugh or cry. Ma Liu can talk to his sister, but even a "high school student" like a monkey is gentle. When I think of my failure this night, I feel a little frustrated.

When Chen Mo was stunned, a red sports car stopped in front of him. When the window was down, he saw Xia Kuang's face.

"Not yet? Where are you going? "

Chen Mo first revolved around the sports car, and then said in surprise, "this car is yours?" At Xia Kuang's age and beautiful appearance, he can drive such a sports car, either a rich second generation or a junior who is kept by rich businessmen.

"Nonsense. Go home? Do you want me to send you? "

Chen Mo naturally wanted it. He said with great interest, "you're not afraid of me robbing money and sex on this big night?"

"By you?" Xia Kuang looked disdainful.

Chen Mo sits in the car and stares at Xia Kuang's two smooth thighs. To tell the truth, "I'm not a good man."

"If you dare to make my idea, aunt, I'll castrate you, believe it or not?"

Chen Mo's crotch is tight. The little girl is still a fierce woman.